Plaid Dracula - BC III Lyrics

I had a new Corolla
A three-day weekend just to drive
A part-time at the Walgreen's
And Dad's old strat from '85
We went to shows at Dwight Street
Never had to wait in line
Spun great records at our parties
Swear we changed them every time

You had a dead-end girlfriend
I always thought your band was trash
You change for the worse when you're drinking
And you stayed with Katie for her cash
You broke my strat, still won't admit it
You always act like things are fine
You always have the worst excuses
And you change them every time

I'll listen
I'll try
I'll be there
I'm fried

I was born in the cold, even Thug will get old
There's no well that won't someday run dry
Guzzle whiskey and dope, and consider the rope
On the day that you stop getting high
I always wanted to get older
Now my parents are sick
What a quarter-century
Oh well